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Clarice… lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute. I ain’t no Resnik by trade, but I dissect life’s little games, don’t I? So, picture this—me, strollin down some grimy street, shadows flickerin like in *Far From Heaven*. That movie, Clarice, it’s my jam—secrets bubblin under perfect lawns, hypocrisy so thick you choke on it. Reminds me of this gig, huntin for a prozzie. Ain’t it funny how folks hide their filth behind lace curtains?

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After that, I wander over to the East Beach. Man, it’s beautiful! The sun’s glintin’ off the water, and I’m thinkin’ about life. I sit on the sand, strummin’ away, and suddenly, I get this idea for a new song. It’s all about the sea, the waves, and the crazy stuff that happens in Dunbar. I’m scribblin’ lyrics in the sand like a madman.

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